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Leung Youshen had never personally applied a towel to cool others down before, but he did it very patiently and carefully.

Fortunately, Jiang Musang's body temperature had dropped by a little after half an hour. Her cheeks were no longer red and she was no longer spouting nonsense.

After thinking about it, she told Leung Youshen that they were going to rest. If Jiang Musang woke up in the middle of the night and was hungry, she could just go to the kitchen and grab something to eat.

The two of them were the only two people left in the room.

Ever since they realized it, they rarely had the chance to live together in peace. Even though their time in the apartment had been warm, they had all put on layers of masks. She was acting, half real, half fake.

And now, even in her dreams, she had to call out his name. Only now did Leung Youshen somewhat understand why she would not do that sort of thing with him after the matter with the Tongcheng. Only then did he somewhat understand why she stubbornly wanted to break up with him.

"Mu," he affectionately called out to her. Even though he knew that she couldn't hear him, he still muttered to himself, "If you had been more honest with me from the start, if you had been more sincere with me and if you weren't from the Jiang Family, I wouldn't have hurt you like this."

The moment the words left his mouth, even he himself was shocked. So in his heart, he didn't want to hurt her? But he had hurt her, and he would hurt her later.

He could not help but sigh. Forget it, let his feelings not be able to let out their emotions one by one in this stormy night. Anyway, no one could find them now, and no one could disturb them.

When he thought about it, Leung Youshen suddenly stopped wanting to sleep. He just wanted to spend a night quietly with her, quietly watching over her sleeping visage. He wanted to calm down and not disturb the gentle time between him and her that might never happen again in the future.

At this moment, she was just someone he liked.

Unfortunately, this point, Jiang Musang did not have the chance to know.

At this moment, she no longer had nightmares, but felt very warm and tired. She only wanted to fall asleep, think about nothing, and ignore everything.

The rain and wind outside was getting more violent. Lightning flashed again and again, and the sound of thunder could be heard.

It was different from the outside, in this small yellow room, it was quiet and isolated from the rest of the world.

At four or five in the morning, the rain and wind stopped and everything became quiet.

Jiang Musang felt that her throat was parched and she wanted to drink some water to sober up in her dreams.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that he was in an unfamiliar room. He immediately put away his relaxed expression as a hint of vigilance flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to get up, his fingers moved and he felt his grip tightened.

With a frown, he turned his gaze away and was immediately stunned.

Inky black hair fell on the side of her face, casting an irregular shadow. Her curls and eyelashes covered the elegance in her eyes, the firm bridge of her nose, and her thin and light lips. He fell asleep on the bed, his hands clasped tightly around hers, as if he was afraid she might run away.

Tears suddenly welled up in Jiang Musang's eyes. She did not think that Leung Youshen would sleep by her side.

Did she dream of him in her dreams because he was watching over her?

Suddenly, he thought of that scene on the cliff. When she accidentally fell down, he didn't hesitate to jump down with her, right?

When he thought of this, Jiang Musang's heart softened. Usually, the softest part of his heart, which was tightly bound by layers upon layers, would help him relax. Jiang Musang did not dare move, he was afraid that if he moved, he would ruin the sweetness of this very moment.

As if he did not see enough, Jiang Musang stared at him tightly, not moving an inch.

If he could get to the end of the night, how good would that be?